Later that day, with the Jardine River Ferry behind us (and my wallet considerably lighter for its fee!) it was an easy roll into Bamaga and then on to Seisia and our pre-booked cabin at the campground. Hot showers, flush toilets and food we hadn't cooked ourselves... Bring it on!
Tip Top Time
The next few days were great fun and very relaxing, with various forays to the Tip and Punsand Bay, a boat ride with friends down to the mouth of the Jardine River, some fishing off the jetty, plus a bit of obligatory socialising and souvenir buying. Too soon, however, it was time to drive Tom and Amy to the airstrip at Bamaga and wave them off on their flight home, but that also meant I was a day closer to steaming out of port on the 'Tropic Paradise' for a couple of weeks of casting a line into my favourite waters on earth.
I've written many times in various fishing magazines (particularly in Overlander 4WD's sister publication, Modern Fishing) about my annual trips with Greg Bethune's Carpentaria Seafaris charter operation. It remains my favourite fishing holiday and I hope I can keep doing it until I'm too old to want to any more. It really is that good!
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My back-to-back trips with Greg Bethune's operation in 2008 were the usual blur of tuna, trevally, barra, jacks, Spanish mackerel, cobia, sharks, mud crabs and various reef fish, interspersed with drinking beers and eating numus or sashimi on the top deck of the mothership while watching perfect sunsets over the Gulf of Carpentaria. Magic.
The drive home was almost an anticlimax after all that excitement and adventure. I did manage to get stuck once more, this time while climbing the precipitous southern bank of Palm Creek. This time there wasn't a snatch-strap-waving nomad in sight, either, and it took 40 minutes of shovel work and a few litres of sweat to extricate myself! Fortunately, all ended well.
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